#Bonus Chapter

[herliterarydreams]

Stolen Moment | Elriel

Hi, lovelies! As promised, here is that Elriel piece I have been working on. I'm very proud of this one and couldn't wait to share it with you all! @elriel-month

[bookclubforme]

My favorite part of the new bonus chapter?

“By Dunne, did he just put his dirty-ass boots on the briefing table?”

Xaden’s out here absolutely flabbergasted by Ridoc’s audacity. Mr. Big Bad Rebel is so affronted by Ridoc kicking back and lounging. Granted, Mira is also annoyed enough by it to send Ridoc ass over tea kettle, but there’s something so funny about Xaden being all “oh my god he didn’t just put his feet up on the table”. Especially when you know he’s low key a neat freak based on how Violet always describes his bedroom(s). The ‘raised to be a gentlemen’ really pops out right here. You just know he was never allowed to put his feet up on the furniture.

I just need to much more of Ridoc being his goofy irreverent self and Xaden just absolutely clutching his pearls about it.

[inlovewithquotes]

"I blame Cassian for this. He's too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days."

Azriel laughed. "I'll give you that."

Gwyn smiled broadly. "Thank you."

Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.

-A Court Of Silver Flames

[kiratastic]

What would the comic be without a bonus… So, here we are!

How to interrupt Aziraphale with wearing a kilt! - The bonus!

And I can say for myself that I'm very proud of this comic! 😍

Love it so much! 💛

@goodomensafterdark

The previous comic:

[shluha-da]

I don’t blame or judge Elain for getting wetter than water at Azriel touching her neck. Because if Azriel touched my neck and showed any “signs” of mutual desire, I’d climb that man like a tree.

And then sit at the next awkward family breakfast with the biggest eat-my-shit grin 😈

Love Lucien, but, he didn’t show off his wings like a fucking peacock under the sun. After some human whatever his name is, it’s immensely inappropriate to ignore such a scope for riding the face of the most wanted bachelor.

A man who protects, prioritizes, and chooses me? A 10/10 man who spends his morning around women who giggle at him or have (zero) banter better than Rowalin/Feysand? And yet every time he comes home he thinks about me? Who would rather endure his headaches than drink my gift?

Fuck the “super analytical and not like everyone-too-obvious-else” readers, I’m in!!

[godmadeaterribleerror]

It Was Smiling Down - A No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist

Read on A03!

Author's Note: Ryan Butcher I'd die for you. If Eric Kripke EVER does you dirty he will have to answer to me personally. Title from San Francisco by the Mowgli's.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary/Warnings: A Ryan pov Chapter! Takes place between Chapter 26 and Chapter 27. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, slightly angst, pre-established relationship

Ryan Butcher doesn’t really trust people. As a whole, they haven’t proven themselves to be that trustworthy. They mostly lie to him, or hurt him, or yell at him things that haunt him when he can’t sleep. Things about how he hurts people, when he doesn’t mean to. 

He never means to hurt anyone. It makes him feel heavy and sad and sick, and then the sizzle of flesh or crunch of bones has to be added to his nightmares, along with all the other faces that he did something bad to. Mom said hurting people was bad, and that we should treat others with kindness.

Dad said it didn’t matter. Dad said that people were like toys for them—the stronger, the better, the gods—to play with. That if Ryan broke one or two spines, or smashed four or five people into buildings, or punched a dozen people’s faces into their bodies, it didn’t really matter. The toy box was infinite, so they’d find a replacement. Dad said that humans couldn’t stop reproducing like cockroaches, so killing a few, or a lot, was if anything a favor to the universe.

Ryan had told Her that once. Not what his Dad had said—the mention of Dad always made Her face look sad, and Ben’s face look angry—but that cockroaches reproduced a lot. She’d been visiting him and Ben during training—all of them sitting on the floor, Ryan cross legged and Her leaning against Ben’s body—and Ryan had said it for a reason he couldn’t now remember.

She’d paused, frowning at her sandwich, then looked up at Ryan with a soft, curious gaze. “Do they? I mean, all bugs reproduce quickly for survival purposes, but I don’t think cockroaches are that remarkable at it.”

“I, I don’t know.” Ryan had mumbled, his eyes dropping to the mat. He didn’t want Her to be disappointed in him, even if she’d never been before. “I just heard it somewhere, I guess.”

“Huh.” She’d shrugged, reaching over Ben’s body to grab one of his fries that he always told Ryan tasted like fucking Styrofoam, but still brought every time she ate lunch with them. “Maybe I’m wrong-“

“No.” Ryan’s head had shaken nervously, because if Ben had taught him anything it was that She was almost never wrong. “I, I must have gotten it mixed up, I don’t know what animal reproduces the most-“ 

“Seahorses.”

Ryan had looked back up to Her, to see her grinning at him. All teeth and a warm affection that made the twisting feeling in Ryan’s gut fade. “Seahorses?” 

She’d nodded, humming an affirmation. “Up to 2,000 babies at a time.” Then She’d twisted around to look at Ben, her face growing just a little brighter than it had been before as Ryan saw their eyes meet. “And the men give birth to them, Benjamin.”

Ben had scowled. “How the fuck is that my problem-“

She’d pouted at him, and Ryan had seen them do this a million times before. She poked him, and he poked back, and neither of them ever really meant it, and it would go and go until one of them—probably Ben, Ryan had seen Her talk circles around their whole weird little family all at once with breaking or faltering—gave in and shut the other up.

“Would you give birth to my seahorse babies, my love?”

“I’m not giving birth to fucking shit-“

“But would you-“

“No.” Ben had grunted, rolling his eyes. “Because men don’t give fucking birth-“

“Seahorse men do. Seahorse men get pregnant, and then give birth. Which is usually how that process goes, but in seahorse societies it’s considered masculine. The men give birth because they love their partners and don’t want them to be in pain-“

Ryan didn’t think that last part was true, but there was usually a point in these arguments where She started to tug at Ben’s shirt with a soft, teasing smile, and said words that didn’t need to be true, because they were almost always her winning blow. This hadn’t been any different, because She’d cut herself off with a small yelp as Ben pulled her further into his lap, leaning down to kiss her.

Ryan had found somewhere else to look for a few minutes. He’d gotten good at that, at reading when he had to pretend that his two trusted adults weren’t maybe seconds from having sex on the floor. They never did, and it didn’t really bother Ryan—they both smiled twice as much when they were done, and Ryan had seen a lot worse than the way they always seemed to be eating each other’s faces—but he still had to wait it out.

When it was preceded by one of their fake arguments, it usually lasted a little longer. The kissing would stop, and they’d just look at each for a minute or two until She turned back to Ryan and Ben’s arms locked around her stomach.

That was Ryan’s favorite part of this. How She’d keep talking to him with a wide, happy expression that Butcher had called Her ditzy fuckin Soldier Boy smile, and Ben would just look at Her.

Ryan really liked how Ben looked at Her. It was an expression of something soft and powerful that he’d only ever seen on Ben’s face, only ever directed at her. It was relaxed and adoring, but still solemn and firm in the only way Ben seemed to know how to be. Like She might be the only thing that Ben knew was real, and he wasn’t bothered by that at all.

It wasn’t like Dad had looked at Stormfront. That had been meaner. Like they were always in a fight—not one of Her and Ben’s play fights, which were more like a cat and a dog swatting at each other before the dog flopped over, and the cat climbed on top of it, but instead a violent, bloody war—and were trying to see who’d snap first. Dad had looked at Stormfront like he was waiting for her to stab him, but wasn’t sure she would.

Ben looked at Her like he’d handed her the knife to carve into his body, and She’d made a face and thrown it away. 

Ryan hadn’t really ever seen Butcher look at Mom, but he hoped it had been a little like that. It was what Mom had deserved, even if Butcher could be a cock fuck bitch with his head tonguing his own ass, in Ben’s words.

But Butcher was getting better. He’d apologized for saying Ryan had hurt Mom—he hadn’t meant to, he never meant to, and he still had nightmares where Mom’s guts were spilling out of her body, and she looked right through Ryan like he was a ghost—and mostly didn’t talk to Ryan about Dad anymore.

Nobody really liked to talk to Ryan about Dad. Ryan knew She would, if he asked, but he didn’t want to ask. He’d never forget what Butcher had shown him—about Mom and Dad and Her—or how, for the first two months Ryan had lived with everyone, She’d been gone because of Dad. Because of Ryan. 

Not your fucking fault, kid. She’d kill me if I let you blame yourself for your pussy fuck dad’s actions.

That was why Ryan talked to Ben about it. He didn’t coddle or lie or sweeten the truth, he just grunted words that—when Ben said them—always seemed to be the inherent truth. Dad wasn’t Ryan’s fault, and Ryan was getting stronger, and it was okay that Ryan got afraid because it he wasn’t a pathetic fucking dickless pussy about it.

Ryan asked Ben if it was okay to hurt people, and Ben told him if they fucking deserve it, but only if they deserve it, and Ryan decided that sounded right. And She said most people didn’t deserve to be hurt, and very few things were truly unforgivable, so Ryan could try to figure out what things were really wrong, and then hurt the people that really deserved it.

Dad deserved it. When Ryan wasn’t afraid of Dad, he was angry at him. 

“Do you get angry?” He’d mumbled over a breakfast in Her and Ben’s apartment, and She’d hummed, tilting her head.

“I do. We all do. Anger is our brains telling us that something is unfair, and a lot of this isn’t really fair. So yeah, I get angry.”

Ryan had nodded slowly, turning to Ben as he approached the table from the kitchen. “Ben, do you-“ 

“Course I fucking get angry.” Ben had dumped three large pancakes onto Ryan’s plate, then two larger ones onto Her’s, then a smaller one onto his own, and ignored Her glare as he dropped into his seat. “This whole goddamn thing-“

She’d cleared her throat, eyes narrowed at Ben. “Benjamin.”

“What-“

She’d given a pointed look to his plate, then back to him. “You need to eat as well.”

“I’ll be fine, Sunshine, you and the kid need more than I do-“

She’d cut one of Her pancakes in half, moving the bigger piece to Ben’s plate, and he’d scowled. They’d both been silent, glaring at each other for almost a minute, and then Ben had grunted. She’d leaned back into her chair with a smug grin, and everything had moved on.

Neither of them had been mad, though. Ryan had thought that glaring and frowning was only about hatred, but when She and Ben glowered at each other it seemed to be more of a standoff. An act or show or contest of affection that neither of them ever seemed to be upset about losing.

They were never really mad at each other at all. Ryan had seen them yell at and taunt and mock each other, but there always seemed to be something under it that sounded like I love you. I’m allowed to call you a dumb dumb or pain in the ass, because I love you and we both know I don’t mean it, because I’m “fighting” with you, but I’m also holding onto you like you’re a buoy in the storm.

Ryan wanted to love someone like that. He wanted someone to love him like that. Because Ben never seemed to really think she was mad at him, even when she called him a cunt or idiot or asshole. Ryan himself didn’t think she was ever really mad at Ben, because he’d watch Her hit Ben’s arm with a fake pout or glare, but she’d never flinch or cower away from him. She was always touching Ben, and she was never afraid of him. Ben had hurt people, Ben was just as dangerous as Ryan was, but She only touched and looked at him like he’d fallen from heaven for her to have. She always kept her hand in Ben’s, or her body in his arms, or their legs pressed together. And she always looked for him. And She always seemed to be happier when she was talking to and looking at Ben, with just his presence never failing to make her smile.

And Ben loved Her. It seemed like love in movies Ryan had watched with Mom, or that he’d read about in books he’d found tucked in corners of Butcher’s apartment. But real. Ryan didn’t think Ben was capable of being really, truly mad at Her, and she seemed to know it. Ben would roll his eyes at Her, and grumble that she was brat, or glare at her in a way that would be dangerous if it wasn’t at Her. Whenever Ben glared at Her it was so painfully fake Ryan wondered if Butcher had been lying when he’d told Ryan not to mention love around those two twats, they ain’t aware that they’re fuckin obsessed with each other yet after She’d returned, because Ben didn’t seem capable looking at Her with anything but love painted over his features.

They certainly knew now. Everyone knew, because every third sentence out of Ben’s mouth was another declaration of love for Her. Every single thing Ben did seemed to be something for Her. Ryan would eat dinner with them, and he’d see Ben pass Her a fistful of stolen chocolate under the table. He’d watch a movie with them, and She’d would be holding Ben’s arms against Her, and Ben would kiss her in the dark and snort at her jokes and get Her and Ryan snacks whenever either of them so much as mentioned the word hungry. He’d train with Ben, and ask a question about punching, and Ben would grumble about how She said you could punch people and be a pacifist, like Muhammad Ali, and she was always fucking right about that shit. And She was a genius. And a better person than every other fucking pussy on the planet, so they should both fucking listen to her. 

Ben carried Her in his arms wherever she let him, and She never stopped smiling at him, and Ryan had decided that if he ever loved someone—far in the future, when Dad was just a faint, reoccurring nightmare—he’d love them like Ben loved Her.

Ryan would never be like Homelander, because he’d never lock up or hurt people he loved. Ryan would be like Ben. And that felt easier, because Ben never demanded that Ryan follow in his steps. He was just there, and trustworthy, and Ryan wanted to be strong like him. He wanted to protect people and do things for them. He wanted to never speak or think of his Dad again, because really their family was Ben and Her, a stained hole that didn’t really matter and Ben wouldn’t let hurt them, and Ryan. It was Butcher forgiving Ryan, because he was trying, and She said the most important thing anyone could do was try to be better. 

He was really trying to be better. Ryan didn’t really trust people, but he trusted Her and Ben when they said that this wasn’t his fault. He believed them when they told him what he knew, that Ryan really didn’t mean to hurt people.

And Ryan hoped that, after Homelander was dead, he’d get to have a life where they kept smiling at each other—and him—and Ryan never was made to hurt someone again.

End Note: Catch Ben in his Dad era, coming to a No Love Lost chapter near you (in all seriousness I hope you guys liked the extra pov! An outside perspective on how down bad they both are was very fun to write)

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MHA Vigilantes Chapter 15.5 - All Might sighting

[mii-ruby]

Mini bonus chapter from volume 45

Raws were given by a friend. The translation is mine, it should be overall correct:

Page1:

Stories that couldn't fit into chapter 258

"A conversation when Munduk came in and everyone was cleaning up"

Man n°1: I wonder if His Majesty will marry Princess Yona once the war is over.

Man n°2: A wedding ceremony huh, that'd be nice, I hope it brings better times.

Mundok: …Wait, what are you talking about?

Lili: No, Yona likes someone else.

Man n°1: Huh? Really?

Man n°2: who?

Lili: it's Hak

*Mundok gets shocked*

Man n°1: Hak...the thunder beast?

Man n°2: The former general who came back to the castle...

Lili: Yes, that man, don't get it wrong. I will definitely correct this kind of misinformation!

Page2:

Mundok: J-Joongi's daughter, it it true? About Princess Yona... and Hak

Lili: Huh, you didn't know?

Mundok: So, are the two of them... lovers?

Lili: No

Mundok thinking: No?!

Lili: They might both have feelings for each other, but they're not ready to go that far yet.

*Side note: Lili's information hasn't been updated since chapter 124*

Ogi thinking: They were flirting in front of me

*Side note: chapter 137*

And then Munduk responds to Hak's words with, "I see.../is that so" (in chapter 258)

[bloomriel]

"SJM ended Elriel in the BC"

I think the BC ended your reading comprehension skills.

[red-sneakers]

I have a lot of thoughts, which I may or may not share on here, but one I’m stuck on is

Why would Horikoshi end the story with the world’s favorite character so sad?

He got his All Might Card signed… But he’s dropped way down in the ranks. He’s not competing with Izuku anymore. After reading the whole translation, I don’t think Izuku rejected being his hero partner, but he’s clearly not working toward that as a goal anymore. And Katsuki looks heartbroken. Even if he’s not gay, he’s heartbroken that the person he worked his whole life to fight beside isn’t working for that. Katsuki doesn’t smile once in the bonus chapter.

I’m not against unhappy endings in literature, but I don’t understand this one. What is the message? Is the narrative still punishing adult Katsuki for his actions as a preteen? Do straight people see this chapter and not read Katsuki as devastated and dead inside?

[missalice15]

Okonogi has more photos of Hoshina... Why? 🧡💜

Okonogi is in charge of the PR photos, and it seems she has a favorite. The franchise has touched on this topic about 3 times.

This post includes bonus content from Vol 1 of "Kaiju no 8 Relax". in case you are interested or don't want to see it until you get it on your own.

The first ending doesn't tell us much but It's curious.

The place where Hoshina trains seems different from the one in the anime, which is a more common area training room, while this one seems like a Dojo, another location or private. You can see a place in the back where you could put two swords. I dare say it's private. How would he react to these photos?

In "Minute! Kaiju no 8" (#13) we have another conversation between Okonogi and Soshiro about this.

Hoshina sees Okonogi worried. She's undecided about which photos to choose for the press, but she's certain of one. The first one she suggests is Hoshina's—what a coincidence, right? It seems that she likes that photo.

He doesn't seem bothered by her taking photos without him noticing but he rejects the idea because of the shadows and feels embarrassed. Okonogi's disappointed face at this is adorable. It's like : 🥺 💔.

The topic of the photos Okonogi owns comes up AGAIN in Kaiju no.8 Relax.

Chapter 4 of "Relax" is about getting pictures of Hoshina with his eyes open. This doesn't go well... but in this Omake from Volume 1, she says she actually has photos.

She has printed photos... in a box, and there's a lot of them.

Basically, she's admiring the photos with Kafka and Kikoru. She even blushes, and I wonder why. Even without a translation of this, the situation is "suspicious" and automatic translators only give me more questions.

He really let her take a lot of photos of him. They make it clear with a very particular one.

The translations I get definitely don't help me here to avoid Shipping. Okonogi highlights this photo as if it were the best or the vice-captain's sex appeal (?). This implies that he knows and feels comfortable with her taking this photo.

What is this level of trust they have in each other?

Why does she blush if they're only talking about him?

Why does Okonogi invite others to come back whenever they want? Why does she hide the photos in a drawer, inside a box, and only his? like she has a secret or treasure.

Why does she have so many?

Let's assume this content isn't 100% canon, and yet... why mention this so much?

[i-sneezed]

But my question is, how is Gwyn's presence in the bonus chapter *not* meant to be a red herring?

Az and Gwyn getting together would be a huge deviation from the setup Az has with Elain in the actual books. SJM isn't going to completely change the direction of the plot in a bonus chapter the majority of readers won't see. That simply doesn't make any sense.

Seriously, when has a bonus chapter ever had an effect on the direction of the plot? Their whole purpose is to fill in some gaps/give extra context/offer some fluff.

I would also like to point out the similarities between Nesta's thoughts/feelings towards Gwyn in SF and Azriel's in the bonus chapter.

"The priestess drew up to her full height, which was slightly taller than average for Fae females. A crackling sort of energy buzzed around her, and Nesta's power grumbled in answer." - ACOSF ch. 9

"Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer." - Az BC

"She honestly didn't know why she wished to see Gwyn." - ACOSF ch. 14

"A bell rang seven times somewhere nearby. (...) Gwyn sang, a faint glow seeming to radiate from her. (...) She'd never heard such music. Like a spell, a dream given form. (...) Something beckoned in Gwyn's song, in a way the others' hadn't. Like Gwyn was calling only to her, her voice full of sunshine and joy and unshakeable determination." - ACOSF ch. 52

"Instead, he found himself at the library beneath the House of Wind, standing before Clotho as the clock chimed seven in the evening. (...) Something sparked in Azriel's chest. (...) For whatever reason, he could see it." - Az BC

THIS is why so many Elriels think that the bonus chapter doesn't set up another couple, but instead gives more weight to the lightsinger theory.

There are too many similarities between how Nest and Azriel both react to Gwyn for this to be a coincidence.

And the fact that Azriel gets to the library at 7, which is when Gwyn sings (singing being the source of her power), it explains why he has these strong but seemingly inexplicable reactions. It's not a mating bond, it's Gwyn's lightsinging.

(However, I do want to add that I don't think this is being done purposefully on Gwyn's part.)

It makes way more sense narratively for the bonus chapter to make it look like Az may have another love interest when, in actuality, it's giving more evidence of another character's power, something already heavily hinted at in the main story.

You simply cannot convince me that there is any romantic tension between Az and Gwyn when the two don't even exchange any words until 80% of the way through ACOSF and she showed no interest in him romantically. And we are not going to see that tension for the first time in a bonus chapter that most people won't read.

[downrightbooks]

Here’s the three chapters of Watch Me from the Shatter Me Collector’s Deluxe Limited edition (enjoy!!) CHAPTER 1.

Link to CHAPTER 2 in the comments!

@lyra-kane @bubblegum-btch18 (since you asked😊)

[inlovewithquotes]

He snorted. "Are you kicking me out?"

Gwyn's teal eyes flashed with alarm. "No! I mean, I don't mind sharing the ring. I just... I know you like to be alone." Her mouth quirked to the side, crinkling the freckles on her nose. "Is that why you came up here?"

Sort of. "I forgot something," he reminded her.

"At two in the morning?"

Pure amusement glittered in her stare. Better than the pain and grief he'd spied a moment before. So he offered her a crooked smile. "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger."

"A comfort to every growing child."

Azriel's lips twitched. He refrained from mentioning that he did indeed sleep with a dagger. Many daggers. Including one under his pillow.

-A Court Of Silver Flames

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

"Who fears the monster that knows the taste of the whip?"

WHO FEARS THE--??

That's what you're worried about??? Your reputation??? that you don't even like????

I have so much to say here, but I can't. I've gotta process this first. Brb gunna go kms.

[bookclubforme]

Is it possible the Duke Lindell vs Lewellen thing is like, a misunderstanding of titles?

Like how in Bridgerton the Duke is Duke of Hastings so his friends call him Hastings but his name is Simon Basset?

Like Duke of Lindell is his formal title but those who are friends with him call him Lewellen?

Or it’s his first name? Lewellen Lindell

Also whoever the fuck their guardian was just letting Liam and Xaden duke it out when they were mad at each other???? There was not a woman in that house you cannot convince me otherwise (all puns intended)